Logan uncapped the flask, and a wisp of fragrance wafted out. While he was indulging in the aroma of the wine, he suddenly noticed something slightly amiss with its scent.
He took the wine jug in hand and brought it close to his nose to sniff carefully. The more Logan smelled, the tighter his brows furrowed.
If it were anyone else, they might not have detected anything unusual, but before he left, Nineteen had left a wisp of azure smoke at the center of his brow—because of that smoke, he found the aroma from this jug of wine eerily familiar.
He had planned to set the wine aside and pay it no attention, but during his meal, he realized that someone seemed to be covertly observing his movements.
He didn't know where that pair of eyes came from, but it seemed as if his refusal to drink had aroused suspicion.
Logan, in order not to startle the snake in the grass, continued to eat for a while longer, then opened the wine jug, poured a full cup, and brought it to his lips to drink.
